Monday, August 29, 2016

After Alex Polecheck's police officer husband, Sam, is stabbed in cold blood, she vows to see the murderer brought to justice. Peter, Sam’s best friend, and fellow police officer, seems to be the only member of the Police Department interested in catching the killer.

Peter sets out on a perilous hunt for the killer, while trying to protect Alex, who appears to be next on the murderer’s list.

The mystery begins to unravel when Peter finds a connection between the murder of Sam and two other law enforcement officers, who were all part of an internet crime taskforce. Peter and Alex find themselves alone in the battle for justice and truth when they discover members of the local police department cannot be trusted. Will Peter piece together the puzzle before Alex is silenced? While battling to protect Alex, will he be able to continue to conceal his love for her?

Alex
leaned back and pressed her body to Peter’s. His chest was firm, and his flesh
was hot. She tilted her head back and rested it on his shoulder. He skimmed his
mouth down the side of her neck, and gently caressed her breasts with his
hands.

Alex’s
breathing intensified. It was exactly what she wanted. She turned to face Peter,
placed her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his, parting them
slightly to invite him in. Within seconds, his soft sweet kiss turned so
passionate Alex nearly lost her mind. The taste of him seeped into her, stunning
her, leaving her weak and breathless.

She
removed her arms from around his neck and unbuttoned his shirt, displaying his
broad chest and washboard abs. She kissed his chest and stomach as she exposed
them. Under her roaming mouth and hands, his skin was hot and smooth, his
muscles firm.

She
looked up at him and his mouth swooped down and took hers, leading her into
another mouthwatering kiss as invigorating as the first one. As they kissed, she
undid the button and zipper to his slacks and gave them a little tug, dropping
them to the floor.

Peter’s
groping hands tugged her dress from her hips. He paused and stared at her body
for a moment. His eyes darkened. He reached forward and slipped his fingers
under the narrow side straps of her lacy, black panties and slid them off her
before he led her over to the bed.

Alex
pulled the covers back, climbed in, and lay on her back, ready and waiting for
him. He yanked off his boxers, exposing his magnificent erection, and then slid
in beside her. He leaned up on one elbow, gazing down at her with his dark,
seductive brown eyes. From the intensity of his stare, she was sure he could see
into her soul. She felt herself floating, drifting under his spell. He’d already
awakened every pulse point in her body, and he’d yet to really touch her. But
he’d already touched the most important part of her, her heart.

Peter
stroked her stomach with his fingers.
Long, soft, slow strokes. His penetrating gaze still locked on her eyes. He
broke free from her stare and kissed her lightly on her neck. His hand
moved
to her breasts, caressing, kneading. With his thumb and forefinger, he teased
her taut nipples. His kisses trailed down from her neck to her chest, and then
to her breasts. His warm, moist tongue flicked over her nipples, giving each one
their due attention as he skimmed his hand over her stomach, lowering it to her
special place. His skilled fingers circled her swollen bead of
arousal.

Shock,
pleasure, and heat spread through her like wildfire. Her urgency grew. “Peter, I
need you in me,” she whispered.

He
stared into her eyes as he positioned his body on top of hers. She quivered as
he gently slid himself into her and moved slowly as if savoring every moment.
With each long, slow stroke, she felt her orgasm building, heightening. She
clung to the edge, teetering, trying to hold on, waiting for him. But she was
slipping, losing control. His thrusts grew quicker and deeper. Following his
lead, she met his every thrust. She couldn’t hold on any longer. A tidal wave
washed through her, her muscles pulsating inside her at the very moment Peter
reached his climax. She floated down, breathing out his name.

Peter
lay still for a moment, resting his head to the side of hers. “I love you Alex,
I always have.”

Alex’s
eyes swelled with tears. “I love you too, Peter,”

Alex
lay still, overcome with emotion. His tenderness moved her. His love surrounded
her. She nearly wept. She never thought in a million years that she would be
lucky enough to find true love a second time.

Valerie Clarizio lives in romantic Door County Wisconsin with her husband and two extremely spoiled cats. She loves to read, write, and spend time at her cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

She’s lived her life surrounded by men, three brothers, a husband, and a male Siamese cat who required his own instruction manual. Keeping up with all the men in her life has turned her into an outdoors enthusiast, of which her favorite activity is hiking in national parks. While out on the trails, she has plenty of time to conjure up irresistible characters and unique storylines for her next romantic suspense or sweet contemporary romance novel.

Friday, July 22, 2016

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Thursday, July 21, 2016

What if a life-changing letter arrived in today's mail? Now imagine it leads to love and adventure! From the northern British Isles, across the mainland of Europe, and on to Turkey, nine international Award-winning and Multi-published Romance Authors share spellbinding love stories told across time. This collection includes contemporary, historical and futuristic time travel romances touched by magic. And each begins with a letter...

MORE THAN WISHES by Rose Anderson

Raised on a sailor’s tales of adventure and eager for her own, Stella Cunningham answers an advertisement for a traveling companion to the Orient. There she purchases an ancient bronze lamp with a secret. In the land of flying carpets and genies, Stella is about to have the adventure of a lifetime.

ALL OR NOTHING by Denysé Bridger

Casino Coranthos is a playground for wealthy, bored people, but for some, it’s also a place where dreams and promises change lives forever. When a letter becomes part of an unexpected inheritance for Ryann Thomson, her aunt’s past brings her face to face with Ariston Katsaros, a man haunted by loss and driven by anger. As the attraction between them sizzles and grows, can Ryann convince him she isn’t looking to rob him or his father, or will she become a casualty of Ari’s vengeance? In this dangerous game of all or nothing, her heart and future happiness are at stake.

SEALED WITH A KISS by Lynn Crain

In 2084, time travelling detective, Tandi Reynolds, tipped off by a letter, needs to stop an assassin before he kills a newly elected leader. When she finds him in 1874, Vienna, it’s clear a cold blooded killer is only one of her problems. Time is fleeting, so falling in love with her contact, the charismatic Count Leopold Radetzky von Radetz, is a bad idea, but keeping her feelings in check is not easy when she relies on him for her every need.

COME DATE ME IN PARIS by Helena Fairfax

When a letter arrives telling Alice she's won a place on a TV blind date show, she should be excited - only trouble is, the show involves cooking for your date...and Alice can't cook. Forced to throw herself on the mercy of her chef neighbour, Edmond, Alice asks him for lessons. But will she be cooking up a romance...or cooking up disaster?

ABANDONED TREASURES by Gemma Juliana

What do a reality TV star and a Sardinian billionaire have in common? Sophie Hayes buys and sells the contents of abandoned storage units. When an invitation arrives out of the blue to personally deliver an antique desk to an exotic island, she decides on a whim to spend what would have been her honeymoon with the famous Rico di Carlo. Can Rico convince Sophie in one short week to stay forever?

SONS OF THE WIND by Marie Laval

Provence 1826. Ten years after her brother disappeared in the marshes of the Camargue, Venetia Rigby receives a letter suggesting he is alive. Will Philippe Dantès, half-gipsy master of Terres Mortes, help her find him when he has his own demons to fight?

CURATING LOVE by Cara Marsi

A letter inviting Chloe Decker to curate the art collection of the wealthy DiMarco family of Ravello, Italy, lets Chloe begin to picture a new beginning for herself after a tragic loss. But she hadn’t included her employer’s sexy grandson, Matteo DiMarco, in that portrait. Chloe’s not ready for a relationship, even with a fine Italian masterpiece of a man like Matteo, but can he convince her to paint a new life that includes him?

PLAIN HARRY by Lindsay Townsend

Recovering from a brutal marriage, Esther is living quietly as a widow when a letter from her brother Sir Stephen destroys her contented life by ordering her to marry Sir Henry—but who is this “Plain Harry” and how will he treat her? Set in medieval England when women had few rights, this story shows how love can flourish between the unlikeliest of people.

THE MINSTREL BOY by Jenny Twist

In 1936 a band of students went off to Spain to fight in the Spanish Civil War. Only one came home.

***** By JINHOU on July 6, 2016 “The heroes are yummy, the heroines
delightful, and the settings amazing!”

***** By Sue M. Van on July 7, 2016 “An excellent read to all the
stories in this boxed set.”

**** By J Morgan on July 10, 2016 “Through the well-crafted short
stories, I got to travel and never left the comfort of my front porch. At a
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***** By CA romantic on July 9, 2016 “The collection takes you around
the world and from the present into the past. I love the adventure in the
stories, and the characters drew me in and made me root for their
happily-ever-afters.”

Friday, June 10, 2016

Welcome to the Book Tour for Club Revenge by J.M. Dabney. And be sure to read to the bottom for your chance to win a $25 Amazon eGift card from Sensuous Promos!

A family forged in battle. Amora Medina-Jackyl knew one thing well—vengeance. She’d inflicted pain without mercy to those who deserved the punishment. She’d lived by one motto her entire existence-- family was to be protected above all else. An ancient cult murdered her parents and siblings when she was little more than a child. The Order of Angelus hadn’t understood the Hell they’d brought down on themselves that one brutal night. Amora was many things in her four centuries. A daughter and a sister, a mother, yet she was best known as a killer. When she finally meets her end, Amora will have hundreds, maybe thousands of lives to answer for. Her only wish is to find one moment of peace. She denies her need as much as she fights to protect it. When the one woman who can bring her serenity comes into her life: can Amora destroy century old walls to let her in? Lies and conspiracies tear at the fabric of sanity—of what’s right. Can truths come to light that change the reality of a family who’s known only the taste of revenge and loss?

Excerpt: (Adult)

“You know the first time I caught your scent, the fear with the spice of arousal,” Her fingers circled Lark’s ankles and stroked upward, teasing the hollows behind her knees and along her outer thighs. Fingertips met the edge of cotton. “Lark, what was the rule?”

“Amora, but—” Lark heavily sighed as Amora stopped the words by hooking her fingers in the side of the offending cloth and ripped them.

“Lark, I made myself clear, I think your offense warrants punishment.” Lark’s eyes went wide at her statement and her mate shook her head.

“Pun-punishment? Amora, that is highly unnecessary and improper, I’m not a child.” Amora ran her hands over Lark’s womanly curves and groaned as she looked into Lark’s eyes. She watched Lark’s lids grow heavy. The scent of her woman’s arousal thickened the air and she jerked the fabric from Lark’s body to drop it to the floor.

“No, baby, there is nothing child-like about you, but that doesn’t excuse you disobeying. Now, you’re going to hop off the bar and come with me.” Her tone dared Lark to argue further.

Lark’s heart kicked into overdrive, need and a slight hint of fear filled Amora’s nose. Her fangs dropped and her nostrils flared as she helped her mate slip from the bar. Holding tight to Lark’s trembling fingers, she released her to take a seat on a chair in front of the stage.

“Lift your skirt and lay across my lap.”

“Amora!” She smiled as she inhaled the spice of Lark’s excitement. “You can’t mean to spank me.”

“That’s exactly what I mean to do, do as you’re told.” Patience was a hard-earned skill and she used it to await her mate’s submission. Lark wouldn’t tell her no, it was there in the increased heat of her mate’s body and the dilation of pupils that drove out the pretty blue of Lark’s eyes.

“This is most embarrassing.”

“Quit protesting, I know your pussy is already wet for me.” She lowered her voice. “Do I have to tell you again?” The petulant pout of Lark’s sexy lips pulled Amora’s nipples taut and the scent of her arousal mixed with that of her mate’s scent.

She watched as Lark slowly shifted the pretty pale peach skirt with a predatory stare. It moved upward exposing smooth, lightly tanned calves, cute slightly dimpled knees and she bit her lips at the sight of round, soft thighs. She patted her lap as Lark breathed with quick puffs and the fabric finally bared the generous flare of hips.

“Beautiful.” The gravelly tone was thick with desire as the soft curve of Lark’s stomach came to rest on her lap. The underside of Lark’s plump breasts nudged along her left thigh. “Such a good girl. You’re perfect.” Amora fully exposed the curves of Lark’s ass as she pushed the fabric to her waist.

Her palm moved with tender caresses, smiling as Lark jumped when she neared the pretty, swollen lips of Lark’s pussy. Lifting her hand, hesitating as her mate held her breath and then the palm of her hand connected. Lark squeaked, yet she only had eyes for the sexy bounce of ample curves, she repeated the smack to one cheek and then the other, repeatedly. Amora soothed the reddening, pale skin, as Lark’s cries became moans. The strong scent of her mate’s arousal was thick.

“Did we learn our lesson?” The question slipped from her lips at the same time she cupped Lark’s soaked pussy. “Or do you need another?” She pushed her thumb into the Lark’s clenching heat. Fucking her in shallow thrusts as whimpers and hips arched showing her how much her mate wanted more.

By day, she's an introverted cook hiding out in her kitchen in the middle of nowhere Ohio, by night and any free time she may have, she is a writer of mainly LGBTQ Fiction and Erotica. Although. she's equal opportunity when it comes to telling a story, she'll even write a bit of straight erotic romance when the mood strikes.

She has been writing for years in old notebooks. At the age of eight, she wrote the worst poem in the history of poetry, but it sparked her love for writing. She reads too much and loves to get lost in other worlds and her favorite stories have to include laughter and having the reader doing at least one double take. Thirty-something, forever restless she uses her stories to ground herself, and find her place of peace.

Removing memories from mortals who stumble into From Crud to Stud, a makeover service for supernatural beings, is a cinch for Constance, a voodoo priestess. Finding her own Mr. Right is another matter.

However, the latest intruder into their business stops Constance dead in her tracks. He’s tall, dark, and deliciously hot. He’s also a New Orleans police detective with questions. And answering them will bring down a plague of exposure, purges, and exorcisms.

Gabe Legrand has come to check out reports of strange activities. But the strangest thing is how Constance’s sexy curves and silky skin have him uncharacteristically panting like a rutting beast. Trouble is, every time his questions probe too deep, his memories go poof, sending him back to square one with his luscious guide.

There’s no denying their aching need crackles like an electrical storm. But Constance has a business to protect, which means keeping Gabe at arm’s length—even as all hell breaks loose.

Warning: Epic whoppers (and we’re not just talking about lies), smokin’ hot sex, frequent brain farts, and two star-crossed lovers willing to do it all again. And again. And again. Yeah, baby!

Excerpt:

He stepped toward her. She didn’t give an inch either. They were so close, Constance saw laugh lines at the corners of his beautiful eyes, along with flecks of light brown in his irises. His fragrance surrounded her, making Constance weak, causing her to yearn.

It had been months since she’d been involved with a man, and even then they’d been mainly supernaturals she’d met here. Like mortal guys, most of them were jerks or users, taking what they wanted, leaving her heartbroken and lonely.

Gabe’s heat and big body called to everything female within Constance, especially as his expression grew distracted and then intense, revealing the same carnal hunger she felt. A minute ticked by, followed by another and another.

His breathing picked up. So did hers.

Someone slammed into the wall behind them, grunted loudly, and let out a string of curses, killing the magic.

Gabe looked past her and frowned. “What is going on here? And don’t you dare tell me regular therapy. The business license is for a behavior adjustment and grooming service, whatever that’s supposed to be.”

“We like to think of it as a finishing school for guys.” She smiled indulgently. “So many of you are rough around the edges. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He gave her a cop’s hard stare.

Constance wondered if he liked using his cuffs during bed play. If there was a God and She was female, Gabe did. “We’re simply trying to help guys suppress their uncivilized urges, just like women have always been taught to do.”

He regarded her hand resting on his forearm, her fingers stroking him. His Adam’s apple bobbed with his hard swallow. “That’s not what I’ve heard.”

She went hot, cold, and hot again, wondering what he was getting at. Surely, none of the clients had lodged a complaint with the cops, telling the authorities they were vamps, weres, reapers, or any number of other beings trying to suppress their beasts. Why would any of them expose their true natures to a mortal?

Oh hell. Constance wondered if the police department had a supernatural working undercover, egged on by the Religious Right, who saw conspiracies everywhere, even in Barbie dolls and McDonald’s Happy Meals.

Afraid to know but curious too, she murmured, “What have you heard?”

Gabe wasn’t talking. He took in the sofa and the plants and then finally turned to the cabinet.

Before he could get a good look at the photos, Constance cupped his head and turned his face to hers.

He lifted his eyebrows in obvious surprise but didn’t move away. “What are you doing?”

What she shouldn’t…wanting him. The feel of his tight curls was a major distraction, the same as his rich mouth. She sighed. “Nothing.”

Gabe didn’t argue. He blinked as she zapped his memories of why he’d come here and then looked at her questioningly.

What could she say, sorry? She really was for having played with his mind, but not for touching him.

Thankfully, he wasn’t complaining about her stroking his scalp. After a moment, he grew distracted, as he had earlier, studying her features, becoming lost in them.

She drank his in too, liking his looks, feeling oddly comfortable with him even though they didn’t know each other and never would. A pang of sorrow hit Constance hard, with longing beneath it for a good man, someone she could count on who’d make each day a pleasure.

Wasn’t gonna happen with him. They only had these moments.

“You okay?” she asked.

He stared at her eyes, then her mouth. “Shouldn’t I be?”

As far as his memories were concerned, no. When it came to her touching him, she would have liked to have heard a definite yes. “Absolutely,” she finally said, answering his question. “You’re good…more than…”

She didn’t finish as Gabe edged closer, as though he couldn’t help himself. Well, hell, she couldn’t either, finally acting on pure instinct and bringing his mouth down to hers.

Aw God. His lips were ungodly heated and super soft, his beard-roughened cheeks a wonder against her skin, so virile and welcomed. On an unsteady breath, Constance sagged into him, opening her mouth to his, inviting his tongue inside.

About Tina:

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Luminosity, Decadent, and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels (Freeing the Beast, Come and Get Your Love, and Wicked Takeover) were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the EPIC competition. Sensual Stranger, her erotic contemporary romance, was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights. Two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Welcome
to the Book Tour for Beyond Love by JJ Lore. And be sure to read to the
bottom for your chance to win a $25 Amazon eGift card from Sensuous
Promos!

Every
mining outpost needs a sheriff, and Eidan Cozad is just the Eleoni for
the job. Newly arrived on planet with his deputy sister in tow, he faces
corruption, hostility, and nearly continuous rain. A chance encounter
with a defiant human postal worker adds yet one more complication to his
mission.

Neat
and tidy Teah Ruida thought when the Eleoni arrived and enforced some
law and order, it would be easier for her to deliver her packages.
Instead, she’s somehow become embroiled in spat after spat with the
handsome and assertive Sheriff himself. Even though she doesn’t want to
think about it, she’s become madly curious if the rumor about the
strange markings Eleoni hide under their clothes is true.

Tension
between Eidan and Teah ignites into passion that defies the barriers
between their races. When there’s a violent ambush initiated by the
settlement’s criminal organization, the future of their love hangs in
the balance.

Eidan had been enjoying
himself immensely. Watching Teah’s outrage grow as her eyes sparkled and her
cheeks flushed, had made him forget all about the bruises forming on his torso
and the chill rain surrounding them with grim humidity. He hadn’t teased a
pretty woman in far too long.

He’d taken advantage of
her distraction and moved close to her, his body urging him to stay near, be as
tactile as possible because everywhere he touched made him want more. She
didn’t seem to be searching for an escape as she had upon their earlier
acquaintance, but that might be because she was so aggravated. She frowned, and
he braced himself for a snappy comeback or perhaps even a push to move him out
of her orbit. Instead, she reached out a hand and grasped his shoulder all
while she rose up on her toes and pressed her mouth to his.

Shocked at her actions,
he failed to react for a few beats. Such tender lips, so sweet. The unexpected
caress had him reeling, so when she drew back, still frowning, he took only a
moment to decide return the gesture, and he wouldn’t be nearly so chaste about
it.

“See, I can be—”

He stopped her protest
with a kiss of his own, circling one of his hands around the back of her head
as he allowed the other to drop to her waist as he took over. With only a few
nudging encouragements, she’d opened her mouth to him, allowing him to taste
her, tease with his tongue in a new way as she quivered in his grasp. With a
pent-up little moan she leaned against him, her breasts firmly pressed to his
chest. His cock, which had been on alert since he’d first touched Teah, now
sprang to near-painful attention.

Teah kissed him back,
her little nips and licks the only encouragement he needed to lift her up and
press her against the wall of the building sheltering them. He grabbed at her
thighs and pulled them around his waist even as he ground his hips into her, his
thickened cock sliding along the plump flesh between her legs. All the residual
adrenaline from the fight ignited in his veins as he allowed sexual energy
build between them. He wished he’d removed his damned gloves so he could
finally grasp some of her curves.

She made a soft sound
deep in her throat and clutched harder at his shoulders, her tongue teasing his
then retreating to the safety of her mouth. He followed with a foray of his own
and her whole body softened against his as he thrust his tongue inside her. A
sudden flash of awareness filled him: Teah would melt against him when he
penetrated her. She was incredibly responsive and he was certain when they
finally had intercourse, it would be a fulfilling encounter. The way she
suddenly clamped her thighs around him and rocked her pussy against the ridge
of his cock only confirmed it.

The sudden chirrup of
his alarm startled him, and he pulled away from Teah’s succulent lips, the need
to return to duty overriding arousal in a painful snap. Teah’s head fell back
and she blinked groggily as he answered his comm link summons. An emergency
required as much of his attention he could provide even though he was in the
middle of foreplay.

“Hey, Eidan! How’d the
fight go?” His sister’s voice rang out in a cheerful query, and he winced. No
emergency, just inopportune curiosity.

“I won.”

At his brief answer,
Teah focused on him, then glanced down their tightly entwined bodies. A deeper
blush rose up her cheeks, and she pressed at his forearms and wriggled her legs.
Her movements were quite stimulating—everything about her was stimulating in
fact, but it was clear she was trying to escape him yet again. In response, he
tightened his grip on her full buttocks and she let out a tiny squeal.

“What was that? Are you
still at the location? Do you need me to escort you out?”

“No.” He included Teah
in that denial. She was staying exactly where she was. The woman in his arms
sucked in a breath and pushed at his chest. He flinched because she happened to
compress a new bruise and he almost lost his grip on her. She took advantage of
his divided attention and kicked her legs. His cock appreciated the rhythmic
motion.

“Let me down,” she
whispered with a scowl.

“Who was that?” Brida
asked quickly. No longer willing to put up with eavesdropping, Eidan
reluctantly removed one of his hands from the lush curve of Teah’s ass and hit
private link on the comm. Now his sister wouldn’t be able to hear anything but
his voice. As soon as he let go of her, Teah struggled in earnest and with an
agile twist she was free, ducking under his arm as he reached for her.

“Was there anything
else?” he asked as he followed Teah along the walk. She picked up the pace, and
he allowed himself the luxury of watching her hips sway.

“Not really. Just
checking in to make sure my little brother hadn’t gotten his skull cracked open
by some smelly human savage.”

At these words, Teah
spun around suddenly, a thunderous frown on her face. “Smelly human savage?”

“You’re not a savage,”
Eidan tried to reassure her, though the idea of Teah sinking her teeth into him
as they engaged in a naked tussle definitely brought out the primal in him.

“Who’s a savage?” Brida
asked.

“No one’s a savage.” He
nearly shouted it, frustrated that Teah wasn’t touching him and that his sister
had used such a derogatory term so openly. Yes, they had joked about how
primitive human society seemed, but it wouldn’t do to entertain even
superficial judgments now that they were here among their new constituents.
“Brida, I’m signing off.”

With a jerk of his
hands he shut off the link and faced his peeved human.

“Don’t even think it.”
Teah warned him off with a raised hand. She shuffled backward and eyed him like
he was armed and dangerous.

“You don’t know what
I’m thinking.” Eidan knew it was a lie, the bulge in his trousers clearly
advertising what he was after.

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